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John's life had been on and off, full of anger and betrayal. His father had been arrested and sent to jail for theft and his mother and himself had to look out for a ranch for several years - his education wasn't a concern but it was fair, he mainly learnt life's basic things, social, hunting/gathering and how to protect the ones that you love most. At the tender age of 18, John had seen so many things that a younger person shouldn't see, but this made him grow as a person and become more humble for what he had. His father had gotten out of prison after several years and persuaded John to take up his family business as a ranch owner in New Mexico, John was fine with this. His ranch exported livestock, horses and cows. Through a bigger company that exported to several other countries, one being Chernarus. It had been twenty years, both his mother and father had passed now, it was just himself. The company that had exported his goods to buyers requested his presence at an important board meeting - so he attended. There he met ((, it turned out (( was a main buyer of his product in Chernarus, they began to socialize and became friends relatively quickly as they shared an equal passion for outdoors. A few years had passed since then, John and (( had both kept in contact. John decided to sell his ranch and his land to the company for a hefty sum of cash, leaving for Chernarus to buy land there. Arriving in Chernarus was almost like entering a different world for John, a different language and way of life. John adapted and learnt quickly. He lived with (( for several years, where he got to know his son very well. (( treated John as a mentor for Marek, which he happily did so. Teaching Marek several key things. Years had passed and John had seen Marek grow up, but when the world turned upside down, he and Marek escaped to the woods (( Will define more later. General jist))

*A Slavic voice blurs over the radio quite quickly after Reginald had finished talking. The crackling of a fire murmured in the background of the radio*
"Zdrastuyte! Me and my brother were wood cutters before the outbreak and are willing to help you out Reginald! The cold winter of Russia isn't the friendliest to everyone!"
"If you know what town you're going to be at my friend, we will come along and help you cut some trees down."
"Best of luck druh!"
*The short and sharp chirp of the radio sounded off in the frequency after the Slavic male stopped talking.*

Davis' life had always been full of conflict, born into a militaristic family of two brother and a sister. Competition ensued between the siblings, but Davis rose from the others to his father, the one admirable feature that Mikhail noticed was the young boy's tenacity to fight. Before Davis had even entered schooling, Mikhail had began to take Davis out shooting small game out in a public reserve. His education was no different from his cousin, his neighbor or his friends - living in Soviet Russia was no difficult task; but was still a task nonetheless. After the Chernobyl incident had taken place, the town's population skyrocketed as the government began to move the wounded from the blast zone to the town. This began to lift a layer of innocence from Davis' eyes, seeing the weak wriggle and writhe in pain as the radiation burns covered them from head to toe. There was nothing that they could do, apart from watch and hope that god would grant them a quick release of death. Davis' father was ranked rather highly within the military of the Soviet Union, bestowing the rank of Captain; he taught his son discipline and order in tight succession with his schooling. The young boy's schooling was short of fair, he had always gotten into fights with the other students about the state of politics and other petty things. Fist fights were a common as well as bad mouthing teachers commonly. But however, the only people he did respect in his earlier life, was his parents; he saw them as the people that gave him the opportunity to live the life he currently lives. Davis was in the later years of schooling when the Soviet Union had disbanded. Newly founded countries clawed new lands and attention from all other western countries, seeking validation for their new colors and banners they waved so proudly above their heads. Ukraine went from a satellite state which donned the red color of harvest and community, to a capitalist pig haven which manipulated the proletariat, or so Davis thought. His family instantly held a new disdain for the lands they once lived in, Mikhail wanted to leave for Russia, but his wife begged for him to stay and give the new country a chance. Love ruled over his mind, something that Davis still never got the grasps of. Time passed by, and Davis was no longer a young, naive boy who believed in all innocent things within the world. He had been exposed to a life of crime and lust, his desires to relive 20 years ago - in a communist Ukraine burned strong. With the founding of a Pro-Russian party, this was the closest thing to a communist party that there was in Ukraine - ever since the bolsheviks worked their strings within the government to ban any communist party in Ukraine. And with the attempted banning of the Pro-Russian party, riots broke out in the city of Kiev, which brought the red flame back to life within Davis' body. He left his family and joined the rioting, learning how to cause civil havoc and destruction to all that stood in his way. He took the lives of a few officers in one major riot. After the riots ceased and a Russian sympathizer was placed into power, the conflict settled down. But was met with a new one, an infection. Before it was too late, he managed to flee the country with his loved ones to neighboring countries, but after all. Was too late. Davis now resides within the Free Territory. So far, Davis has murdered two Interpol members in a heated hostage situation.

California pretty has it down pat here, the entire point of this group is to break down the malicious and manipulative groups in the country, while not taking a hard turn to a nationalistic view.
@PCJames
Apologies for causing any confusion with the entire change
To solve the difference here, Kamenici is xenophobic with a hate against foreigners, the Chernarus Insurgent Brigade doesn't hate foreigners and looks to actively recruit them in an attempt to aid them in their fight against the 'malicious and manipulative groups'
I'll notify @Ming to add that into the thread, just for clarification reasons.
Cheers Eddie

If you look at the radio announcement we made, we achieved over 500 views on the thread, we also got many responses also. So I think we made our footing, even though the act was small :p
We appreciate your feedback greatly :), we’ll fix up everything you mentioned. Thanks!
We’ll discuss this soon enough! I’m sure having @Ming the leader would be fine. We’ll fix it up!
Will be expanded upon when we fix up the backstory :)

*The Slavic man responds in a light matter*
"By the way you try and talk shit, I will take a wild stab in the dark and say that you're apart of Anarchy. All of you are the same, you want big competition, someone to fight and brawl with. It's pathetic, that such a small group like ourselves are causing you to shit your pants and scramble to the radio to respond, I'm astonished to know that you care for us THAT much."
"And thanks for the new name, I'll keep that one in mind 'The Big Bad Wolf', has a good ring to it."
"You'll be hearing of us more frequently from now on, Ahoj."
*Silence falls upon the radio frequency after the man speaks.*